Salvage Him (Highland Park Chronicles Book 1)

by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

  "So we’re boys again?"

  "Yeah, we're fine. I know how much you hate it when we fight." I rolled my eyes.

  "I do. But if my apology didn't work, I had a surprise for you tonight at Crush."

  "I'm not in the mood." I turned back to the shelves.

  "Come on, man." Seth hopped up on the counter. "I know you're heartbroken, but snap out of it and get back to being the dominant mother-fucking hero that you play so well."

  My eyes narrowed.

  Seth had this theory about the us.

  We were Doms, but we are also superheroes. I was the hero do-gooder like Captain America but could turn into Hulk if provoked; I was pure anger with a heart. Seth was the smartass genius like Iron Man but also the charming diplomatic one like Agent Coulson. Justin was Thor because of his strength and leadership. Professor Stewart was Vision because he saw it all. He was all about the greater good, but he was wiser and more powerful than all of us put together.

  What did that make Brooklyn? She'd look hot dressed up like Natasha Romanova, but Black Widow didn't quite describe my sweet Brooklyn.

  "I can't go back there." I returned my focus to the shelves.

  "See, that’s why you should. You need to get back on that Dom bicycle, and all your problems won't seem so huge," Seth said. He picked up a hammer.

  I took it out of his hand and set it back down.

  "Come on. The surprise, remember?"

  "I hate surprises," I grunted.

  "People say that, but they don't mean it. Have you ever heard of someone who got a surprise and hated it? No."

  I shook my head.

  "Come on,” Seth whined. “Before the night is over, you will be thanking me."

  I nodded.

  Seth smiled.

  I regretted it the instant I agreed.

  Crush was crowded when I arrived. The entire Texas BDSM community was here.

  I made my way through the crowd to our area in the back.

  I found Justin with a gorgeous little sub on his lap. Her eyes bounced around, taking it all in. He always got his subs from outside the community. A few nights with him and he’d have them trained as if they had been submissive all their lives. He had a sixth sense about it.

  "Hey." I held out my hand. Justin shook it, and I sat down.

  "Hey." He whispered something in his sub’s ear, and she knelt on the floor. "I'm glad you are here. Seth will be so pleased."

  "Yeah, well, I live to make Seth happy." We chuckled. "Who's your friend?"

  "This is Piper." She turned toward Justin when he said her name. "Piper, this is one of my best friends, Harrison." She continued to look at Justin. "Say hello."

  "Hello," she said with a sweet Southern accent.

  "Nice to meet you, Piper,” I said.

  She smiled up at Justin. She was young and striking. Her face glowed when Justin gave her a reassuring nod.

  I was jealous. I wanted someone to look at me with the same need.

  Well, not someone . . . Brooklyn.

  I flinched when an arm wrapped around my neck from behind.

  "Hey, you made it." Seth gave me a quick hug and let go.

  I stood up. I wasn't ready to jump back in. I wasn't into it. Being here reminded me of what I didn't have.

  Seth had his own sub in tow. I followed the black silk rope as it snaked through the D-ring of a thick black collar around his sub's neck.

  The collared woman was a foot taller than Seth. Her hair was blond and bone straight. She wore a black corset that pushed her huge tits up high and accentuated her slim waist. Her long legs were lengthening by the short pleated mini skirt and heels.

  Her head was down, but she peeked over Seth and her gaze locked onto mine.

  "See, I told you I had a surprise for you." Seth stepped out of the way.

  I narrowed my eyes.

  "Harrison, you remember Brittany."

  I blinked.

  She giggled.

  I reached out and lifted her chin.

  It was Brittany, my high school girlfriend. We broke up when she went away to college in California. She was cute in high school, but she was gorgeous now.

  I looked down at Justin, and his surprise matched my own. I was stupid in love with this girl, and here she was, collared, submissive, and sexy as hell.

  "Did I do good?" Seth asked.

  I ignored him, stepped around the couch, and held my hand out.

  Brittany looked at the rope in Seth's hand and back at my hand.

  She took my hand.

  Seth dropped the rope.

  I walked her straight back to one of the private rooms. My cock strained to see what this new plaything was all about.

  She stepped into the room and turned around. Her head cast down.

  I touched her face, ran my hand down her cheek, and snaked a finger between her neck and the collar.

  I didn't like it.

  I unbuckled it and dropped it on the ground.

  Before she could speak, my fingers wrapped around her neck. I squeezed, and she moaned. The sound made my dick hard. I couldn't wait to feel those tits. Brittany and I had sex a lot back in high school. The more we did it, the more comfortable she was with trying new things.

  She was a sub, and I was her Dom long before we knew what the terms meant.

  Clearly, we both knew more now.

  I had so many questions, but they could wait. From the look on her face and the smell of her arousal, she was ready for me.

  I raised her chin.

  "You are stunning." I ran my thumb across her cheek.

  She threw me a bashful smile.

  When she blushed, her skin turned a pretty shade of pink.

  My hands continued to explore while watching her.

  I ran the back of my knuckles over her tits.

  Her breath grew shallow. She looked away.

  "No, look at me." I turned her face back toward me.

  "Yes, Sir."

  I had both hands on her body. I ran them down to her waist; I unhooked the corset halfway. I pinched her exposed stomach and ran a hand through the waistband of her skirt and cupped her pussy. Her moisture coated my fingers.

  She gasped when I ran my fingers over her clit.

  She remained steady on her sky-high heels.

  "Do you like me touching you?" I asked.

  "I always have," she said with confidence.

  She inhaled when I pushed a finger inside her.

  A slight moan came out of her mouth.

  I leaned in and captured the moan as I kissed her hard on the lips.

  She opened for me and gave me all of her.

  I continued to fuck her with one and then two fingers.

  She grabbed my shirt to steady herself.

  I used my strength and her vulnerable position to sweep her off her feet. I wrapped my hand around her waist and stepped forward. The momentum carried her backward, and I laid her on the bed.

  She moaned as my fingers explored deeper, fingering her pussy and gliding over the bundle of nerves near her asshole.

  "You want me to fuck you?"

  "Yes," she said in a breathy tone as she gripped the hand plunging in and out of her.

  I removed my hand immediately and stepped back.

  She sat up.

  I pushed her back down.

  "I didn't tell you to sit up, sub." I winked.

  She whimpered and dropped back down.

  I unbuttoned my pants, and my cock sprang out. I retrieved a condom from my wallet, put it on, and stroked myself a few times as I walked back to the edge of the bed. Her legs hung off the side. I pushed her panties to the side and plunged into her to the hilt.

  We both cried out.

  It wasn't a tight fit but good enough. I was a nice size, and she accommodated me well. I pulled out and pressed back into her slower.

  She moaned and said, "Thank you, Sir."

  I held my tongue and continued plowing into her. My cock ached for a release. It had been a w
hile, so I fucked her hard and fast. Her moans became whimpers with each thrust.

  She bit her lip and reached for my hands.

  I pulled them away and placed them on her throat. I squeezed.

  Her eyes registered panic but calmed when I let go.

  I squeezed again.

  No panic this time. She trusted me.

  I saw it in her eyes. I wasn't sure why it irritated me so much.

  I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach and pushed back into her. I might have been hurting her, but I didn't care at the moment.

  I reached for both of her hands and brought them across her lower back, held them in one of mine, and leaned over and wrapped my hand around her neck.

  She cried out.

  I kept fucking her.

  Her pussy tightened around my cock, and she screamed, "Harrison."

  I pushed in and came with a roar. I pulled out immediately.

  She reached back.

  I stepped out of her grasp as I pulled off the condom. I stuffed my protesting cock back in my pants and backed toward the door.

  She turned over but kept her head down.

  "Sir," Brittany said.

  When a sub called me Sir, it used to turn me on and make my dick hard.

  From her mouth, it was a joke. I wasn't a Sir; I wasn't a Dom. It was an insult to Doms who prided themselves on self-control. I had none. I took and took and hurt those around me.

  I headed for the door.

  "Did I displease you, Sir?" Brittany asked.

  I stopped.

  I leaned my forehead against the door. My hands dropped to my side.

  "No," I said but didn't turn around.

  "Harrison," she whispered. She stood behind me and placed her hands on my back.

  My insides turned. Not from her touch, but from my own weakness.

  I turned around and pulled her into my arms.

  She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.

  It felt . . . okay. Not great, not what I wanted, but you didn't always get what you wanted.

  I drove Brittany home.

  We didn't speak much on the way.

  When we arrived at her house, she invited me in. She lived in a small house in the Lakewood area of Dallas—old homes, old money. Her parents lived in Highland Park a few houses down from mine. I used to sneak over in the middle of the night, and we would make out in her pool house. We soon got bored of making out and had sex in the pool for the first time the summer after our junior year. We were both seventeen. It was the night I told her I loved her. I thought she was it for me.

  Fuck, I was such a romantic pussy.

  "You want a drink?" she asked.

  "Yeah, sure." I stood not sure what to do.

  "Have a seat. I'll be right back."

  She disappeared in the room off to the left of the living room. I sat on the short end of a gray tweed sectional. She had knickknacks and keepsakes all over her place. I spotted a picture of us on her bookshelf.

  Strange, I hadn't thought of Brittany since shortly after she left. She saw a photo of me every day.

  She had changed into a t-shirt and shorts. She handed me a beer and sat next to me on the couch. She pulled her legs under her and faced me.

  "I'm sorry about tonight," I said. "I was in a weird head space."

  "Seth warned me you were nursing a broken heart," she said.

  "And you let me fuck you?” I sounded more outraged than I should.

  "Yeah. I mean. It was fun, plus I was curious, what the Dom in you was like." She blushed again. "I liked to think I had something to do with you being a Dom."

  "Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint you." I took a drag of my beer.

  She collapsed back against the couch and looked up at me. Her eyes widened.

  "What do you mean? You were amazing." She combed a hand through her hair. "I haven't come that hard in a long time."

  I frowned and took another sip. It wasn't about whether I could make her come hard.

  Fuck.

  "Harrison. It was amazing. Don't be so serious all the time." She nudged my thigh with her knee. "It's okay. I wanted to get back in touch with you since I got back. When I saw Seth at Crush a week ago, I thought it was a sign."

  "Sign of what?" I asked.

  "Sign that maybe we"—she gestured to her and me—"weren't done yet."

  "Brittany—" I sat up.

  "I'm not asking you to marry me or anything. The only reason we broke up was because I went away to school. Maybe those feelings are still there. Haven't you been curious?" She stroked my arm.

  "Maybe," I said. It was a lie. I didn't have those feelings for her, but she seemed so hopeful, and I had no reason to crush her. I had no other prospects.

  "No pressure and nothing serious." She shook her head back and forth. “I would love to play some more if you want to." She giggled. "And then who knows."

  "Maybe." I stood up, finished my beer, and set it on the glass coffee table. "I need to go. Let's have dinner next week."

  "How about I make you dinner tomorrow night?" She stood up.

  I looked at her wide eyes and her beautiful body, and my cock stirred.

  "Sure."

  Brittany followed me to the door. She grabbed a card from her desk and handed it to me.

  "I understand if you want to cancel. Just give me a call." She pouted.

  I promised myself I wouldn't cancel.

  I have to eat, right?

  Sixteen

  Harrison

  Brittany and I spent a lot of time together over the next two weeks. We didn't go to the club, and we didn't play. We had sex, a lot of sex. I exerted some physical control over her—manhandled her— she liked it. I fucked her hard, but she was so amenable to everything. She enjoyed the pain too much.

  Sceneing with her, my heart wasn't into it.

  I finished Brooklyn's house and construction on my place was underway.

  I was going over some sketches when Seth called.

  "You can call and thank me anytime," he said.

  I had been avoiding Justin and Seth over the last couple of weeks, too.

  "Thank you for what?" I asked.

  "For bringing Brittany back into your life."

  "Yeah, well. I still hate fucking surprises."

  "Duly noted, my friend." Seth slammed a door. "We are throwing a little dinner party for Piper this weekend. It's at 7:30 p.m. Bring Brittany."

  "I don't know."

  "You guys have been holed up alone long enough. Bring your sexy sub out in the daylight. It will be fun." Seth chuckled. He was up to something.

  Brittany wasn't my sub. I didn't bother to correct him.

  In fact, I contemplated leaving the lifestyle altogether. Settle down. Family, kids, the whole bit, without the labels.

  I wasn't sure Brittany was the one, but she was hot, and the sex satisfied my darker instincts. She would make a perfect Highland Park wife.

  I coughed.

  I choked on my own saliva.

  "Dude, you okay?" Seth asked.

  Did I really just think that?

  We arrived at Justin's house with a bottle of wine in tow. According to some unknown source, you didn't show up to a dinner party empty-handed.

  Seth answered the door.

  "Hey, you guys made it." Seth pulled Brittany in for a hug and a kiss, and he gave me a stupid grin before letting her go. "Come on in."

  Seth and Brittany had remained in touch in California. Four years ago, he moved back to Highland Park and into Justin’s guest house.

  I couldn't live with Seth. He gave off a laid back, go with the flow persona, but Seth was crazy, sadistic, and unpredictable. Justin tamed him, but it was a lot of work. They also had some compatible sexual proclivities that bonded their friendship.

  I walked through the glass doors into the living room and kitchen area. The first floor of Justin's place was all white—white tile in the kitchen and white carpet in the living room. A few of our friends
sat on the white leather couches.

  Brittany walked in and greeted everyone.

  I stayed in the hallway, scanning the room.

  Justin and Piper were in the kitchen.

  He kissed the back of her neck.

  She giggled and ducked away from him with a bottle of champagne in her hand. She smiled at me and then headed into the living room to refill glasses.

  I turned back to Justin. What's with the scowl on his face?

  He pointed at his office.

  "Hey man—" I said.

  He shushed me, ushered me into his office, and closed the door.

  "What's Brittany doing here?" he asked.

  "Seth told me to bring her," I answered.

  Justin ran his hands through his hair and down his face. The scowl remained.

  "You have something against Brittany?" I narrowed my eyes.

  "Brooklyn's coming," he said as if I should have known.

  "What the fuck?" I yelled, and he shushed me again. "How do you know?"

  "She called me from the airport this afternoon." Justin shrugged his shoulders. "We started talking about the house, and I invited her without thinking."

  My insides flipped. That was twice she'd called Justin to share her plans and not me.

  "So. She's coming. That's fine." I peered out the window as if I could see her pulling up. "She's married, and I'm with Brittany, so it's fine."

  The doorbell rang. We jumped and stood stock-still for a good few minutes.

  Brooklyn had arrived.

  "Oh, fuck. This is bad," Justin said as he walked back to his desk.

  I shook my head. We were all adults. I squared my shoulders, stretched my neck, and headed for the door. Nothing had changed. I was with Brittany, and Brooklyn was unavailable.

  I shook out my shoulders and opened the door.

  Brooklyn's laughter hit me in the gut.

  My chest tightened.

  "What the fuck?" Justin asked. He scooted around me and reached for the door.

  I grabbed his arm.

  "I can't go out there," I said.

  "You have to." The expression on his face took me back to when we were kids.

  I shook my head.

  Justin straightened my shirt, patted me on the chest, and opened the door. We all jumped when Seth appeared in the doorway.

  He scooted into the room and closed the door behind him.

  "Dude. What the fuck’s Brooklyn doing here?" Seth asked.